RONIN
the white knight
you and I burned out our steam
"Careful, husband," Ronin says, his smile audible and his voice pitched low, the Knight drawing the other man against him with a playful tug of his hand. "I don't need encouragement to act on those sorts of thoughts and you know it." Pressing his lips to Remi's bearded cheek as if in demonstration, he nonetheless hums his agreement at the Bastion's suggestion. "I'll need to make sure whatever place I choose has high ceilings," he says with a nod. "In case a kraken or a dragon want to make an appearance."
Stumbling a little as it's his turn to be drawn against the other man, Ronin can't help but grin as he lets his arms slip around Remi, reaching out to run his fingers through his curls. "It's a strange old world, right?" He chuckles. "Far be it for me to complain, though. With that in mind, would you like to go to the hotsprings with me? After we plant these seeds, of course." Gesturing to the earth at their feet, he silently asks whether this would suit Remi to begin.
Stumbling a little as it's his turn to be drawn against the other man, Ronin can't help but grin as he lets his arms slip around Remi, reaching out to run his fingers through his curls. "It's a strange old world, right?" He chuckles. "Far be it for me to complain, though. With that in mind, would you like to go to the hotsprings with me? After we plant these seeds, of course." Gesturing to the earth at their feet, he silently asks whether this would suit Remi to begin.
chasing someone else's dream
